Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by JFA. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.